What kind of posture does a life take after death?
Is it a simple soul, or a mind separated from spirit and body? Or is it a more advanced form of existence that cannot be perceived by life?
No one can answer this question because no one can fully return from death.
But in the magical world, mages have unique ways to observe the concept of death. They will use various magic circles to bind the soul, or simply use necromancy magic to recall incomplete consciousness from the world of death. Some like to take risks.
The bold ones will try to send their thoughts into this mysterious world of the dead... Of course, those who dare to try the last method will often not end well.
Whether it is the exit of the Realm of Death attached to a certain world, or the boundaries of the Realm of Death, ordinary souls will not be allowed to enter and exit at will.
So even in the mysterious magical world, death is still an extremely mysterious concept...
"clang"
Cassanatil's fingers gently tapped the outer layer of the soul crystal, and the crystal shining with purple light made a crisp echo. He placed the crystal in front of his eyes. Under the sunlight, the soul crystal emitted
A shining light.
Behind him, Varimathras rushed out of the underground hall. The claws of this murderous Dread Lord were entangled with wailing souls. Those were the ghosts that he had torn out of his body, but the soul it was most interested in was
, but has already fallen behind others.
"waste!"
Cassanatil looked back at his subordinates and cursed disdainfully:
"I can't even take down a mere human archmage... I have to take action myself!"
"We...we have cornered him!"
Nasrezim looked at Antonidas lying in a pool of blood, his lifeless body, and said with some reluctance:
"Even if you don't come, we can still..."
"Um?"
Upon hearing this rebuttal, Kasanatil let out a dangerous snort from his nose. The faint threat made Varimathras shut his mouth rationally and decisively.
"boom"
The powerful Lord Fear Lord flicked his claws, and a ball of dark green fel fire fell on Antonidas' body. The moment it came into contact with the flesh and blood, the fel fire began to burn blazingly. Cassanati
You clasped the soul crystal in your claws and shook it casually.
"Listen, he is still howling... What a tough soul. From a human level, he is already pretty good."
Hearing Kasanatil's comment, Varimathras stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. It stared at the soul crystal in Kasanatil's hand, its eyes full of greed:
"With such a powerful mage soul, we can use Frostmourne to resurrect him, turn him into a powerful lich, and let him serve the Burning Legion..."
"Click"
Before Varimathras finished speaking, the soul crystal shining with purple light was crushed to pieces, and an illusory soul floated out of the crystal. Before he could even utter a wailing cry, he was struck by Cassanatil.
Tear it into pieces.
After doing all this, Kasanatil turned back, approached Varimathras, and whispered in the ears of the dull Dread Lord:
"Don't tell me that you can't see the ambition surging in the Lich King's heart... Ner'zhul is a hider. He carefully restrains his power, waiting for an opportunity to betray the Legion, and you... you guys
, are actually stupid enough to continue to provide him with powerful enough souls. Think about it, my poor brother, once the Lich King betrays the Legion, what will happen to you accomplices..."
"This...how could this happen?"
Varimathras gritted his teeth and said:
"How dare he? That prisoner under our guard! How dare he betray? Are you thinking too much?"
"Haha, I think too much?"
Cassanatil snorted:
"Then tell me, how could the Quel'Thalas strategy planned by Tichondrius fail? It failed like that! Do you really think that it was all because of Tichondrius' stupidity? Don't be stupid, a
How can a villain who can push me down from my position as First Lord be truly stupid?"
"Tell me again, when the Lich King's sealing stone was thrown into Azeroth, did the Deceiver put shackles on that vicious soul? He just sent you to take care of it! Idiots... none of them
A soul without any shackles and no restraints, after it has mastered enough power, why should it still be loyal to a vicious master who is thousands of light years away and inflicts endless torture on it?"
"You have all been deceived by it, silly boys, you are too young... Frostmourne was originally supposed to be held by Tichondrius himself. Now tell me, when did that sword come under the control of the Lich King?
?”
Kasanatil looked at the doubtful Varimathras, with a trace of amusement flashing in its black eyes. It patted Varimathras on the shoulder and whispered:
"Of course, you don't have to believe me. You have enough time to verify everything I say, but you remember that the Lich King may be just an experimental product of the deceiver's whim, but it is your mission. Once it is
If you escape from the trap, you jailers who are hated by it to the extreme may be surrounded by the furious undead, and then... kill them all one by one!"
"I will check it out myself, but now, as long as the big devil comes to this world and as long as the Legion destroys this world, the Lich King will have no chance to betray him!"
Varimathras snorted:
"And the Legion will be here soon."
"What if the legion loses?"
Kasanatil waved his paw, turned around and took a few steps indifferently. He looked back at Varimathras, who was loyal to the legion, and said softly:
"Being blindly loyal is not what a qualified Nasrezim should do. The world of Azeroth is more evil than you think, but my brother, we must always remember our ancestral precepts. At any time,
You must find a way out for yourself in advance... Now, go and summon the legion!"
"Shua"
The thick Book of Medivh and the darkly shining scepter of Sargeras were thrown to Varimathras. Kasanatil's figure turned into a black bat and disappeared into the chaotic streets, its low voice
The voice echoed on the blood-stained land:
"Tear open this sky for Archimonde and his army of destruction, let this world indulge in the flames of destruction...Go, my brother, and open a...new era with your own hands!"
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"The great knight hasn't come back yet... We can't stand it any longer."
Outside the portal hall in a corner of Dalaran, the Silver Hand paladins who were stationed here have suffered heavy injuries. Facing more and more undead in the city, even the most determined warriors will feel a little rising in their hearts.
of fear.
And before their eyes, this gorgeous magic city showed strong strength in this sudden disaster. The mages who were still guarding every corner of the city were trying their best to fight back. The sparks and storms of magic were everywhere in the city.
Shining, some strong-willed mages detonated their mage towers in desperate situations, destroying the surrounding neighborhoods and the raging undead at once.
But the city's overall defense is too empty, or in other words, the mages are too confident in their violet enchantment, but they may have forgotten that the strongest fortresses in the world are often captured from within.
.
"Has the space lock not been unlocked yet?"
The paladin captain, who was fighting bloody battles, turned around and shouted loudly: "You promised us, it only takes a moment!"
"This... this anchor is not made with normal magic structures! It is beyond my understanding... Please give me some more time!"
Several high-level mages specializing in teleportation spells were sweating profusely, but the space anchor covering the city was personally released by the Dread Lords specializing in fel magic. Warlocks should be asked to crack this magic structure.
, instead of mages taking the orthodox route, although the locking of the space anchor is being destroyed bit by bit, the speed of destruction is really too slow.
"No time!"
The paladin captain waved his shield and knocked out the spider demon crawling out of the ground. He looked up and saw three huge Crypt Lords charging rapidly in this direction. All the buildings along the street were destroyed by their brute force.
The mountains are shaking like a big earthquake.
"Get ready to break out! Everyone, follow us!"
The paladin captain roared, but just when they were about to give it a try, a portal suddenly appeared in the portal hall. Between the broken light, the figure of the embarrassed Master Antonidas staggered on the spot.
, the robe on his body had been burned with several holes by the flames, and the neatly styled hair on his head had become messy.
The moment he appeared, the archmage waved his hands, and thick magic enveloped this small block into a magic barrier, blocking the surrounding undead.
"The space anchor...I'll untie it."
The archmage panted and walked toward the closed portal. After taking a few steps, his feet gave way, but he was helped up by several mages with quick eyes and hands. Master Antonidas said with difficulty in an interfering voice:
"The Great Knight Turalyon is fighting on the north side of the city. Those undead have opened the Violet Prison. You all know what kind of dangerous creatures are imprisoned there... I am going to help him, but I have to send you away first."
As he spoke, the Archmage took off the simple ring on his finger, looked at the crowd around him, and finally placed the ring and a special soul stone on a woman's head in a show of support.
In the palm of the Master's hands.
"Take it, children. It contains Dalaran's oldest secret. I will send you out, bring it to Jaina...or Kel'Thuzad, and tell them...the future of Dalaran."
, and left it in their hands.”
"No, Archmage, you can come with us..."
This tragic scene moved everyone around. Even the tired paladins looked at Master Antonidas solemnly. In desperate moments, one can always truly see a person's character.
"Don't waste time! Help me up!"
The archmage roared, and a moment later, with the support of several people, the tired archmage danced his hands in the air, and the purple magic threads intertwined into a complex and dizzying spell light in front of everyone's eyes. After a crisp sound,
The portal suddenly lit up in front of me.
"Go for it!"
Antonidas supported his body with the ice cane and let out a sigh of relief. His eyes shone with ardent hope and a determination that didn't seem to be fake.
"I don't know where this door leads, but even hell is safer than Dalaran now. Go, children! The future of Dalaran and the Human Empire will be left to you."
"哐"
As soon as he finished speaking, terrible cracks appeared in the magic barrier set up by the Archmage, and the low roars of the three-headed crypt lords also reached everyone's ears. Under the Archmage's orders, those who were moved by the tragic farewell were filled with tears.
The young mages had to pass through the portal in front of them one by one.
"Protect them!"
The archmage turned his back and strolled out of the portal hall. The paladin captain behind him nodded fiercely, and then looked back behind him. The figure of Antonidas walking towards the undead army alone remained in his heart forever.
"Shua"
The paladin captain made a standard knightly salute to the archmage's back, and then strode into the portal behind him. At this moment, the undead who were rushing forward suddenly stopped, and the originally exhausted
The archmage's body also stretched out. He turned around and looked at the empty portal hall, his face full of sarcasm.
"Look, this is humankind...a trivial scam can completely destroy their fighting spirit and make them willingly go to hell. They are really weak creatures!"
"Shua"
The figure of the fear lord Bain Holler appeared next to the "Arch Mage". It scratched its chin and looked at the shining portal in front of it. It whispered:
"Where did you deceive them?"
"Haha... under the deep sea... 5,000 meters! No life can survive in that kind of place. Rest easy, my old brother, Dalaran and its insignificant secrets... are over!"
"Let's go, let's go."
Cassanatil, who revealed his true form, threw Antonidas's ice staff into the ruins aside, and waved to Bernhorer:
"Let's go meet the Defiler...the one with a head full of muscles, idiot!"
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"Gudu... Gudu Gudu..."
The paladin captain was struggling in the deep sea. The moment he stepped out of the portal, he felt the pressure rushing from all directions. The kind of pressure that could crush steel in an instant made the face of this fearless warrior instantly wet.
Full of blood.
He struggled hard in the cold and deep water. In just 2 seconds, he felt life being squeezed out of his body bit by bit, but the next moment, a cold hand grabbed him.
His arm, and then pulled back suddenly, as if pulling him into an invisible barrier. After passing through the film that resisted the sea water, the air, the beautiful air, returned to his body again.
.
The paladin captain was breathing hard on the wet deck. He tried hard to hold up his body. The moment he opened his eyes that were bloodshot due to the heavy pressure, under the 5,000-meter deep sea, he saw those around him.
The unconscious mage, and a dark figure.
"Hey, hello, Paladin."
Tyrion looked back at the struggling paladin on the deck. He flicked his finger, and a simple ring with the Kirin Tor emblem dancing on his fingertips. In his other hand, there was another
A soul stone glowing with purple light.
The King of Dark Blade put the soul stone to his ear, and he could hear an old voice roaring. His soul was full of anger and the despair of being deceived, but in that extreme negative emotion, there was still a trace of
The will to protect.
"Hello... Mr. Antonidas, I'm sorry that we met under such circumstances, but you have to understand that I have admired your name for a long time."
